Wednesday, March 12, 2008

You know spring is coming when suburbia gets invaded by aliens in F350's. Every strand of grass gets tended to and that brown mulch gets thrown around freely. Sometimes I wonder if all that mulch isn't just some way of spreading out toxic waste to get the parts per million down. Kidding, the stuff you think about when riding to work that's all.

Training: Got 2 hours of riding in today with a hill or two and some sprints thrown in. I'm still waiting for that feeling of having some power in my legs that level the hills like the old days. Haven't had a whiff of that feeling in years.